Your world is beautiful but unsuitable for the shape I'm in
My body's withering so I'm slithering out of my old skin
Blood evaporate, bone disintegrate till my soul is bare
I float so easily through the scenery, finally free as air
If I was a chameleon I'd turn into the dark

I would be that feeling when you wake with a start
I'd be that sensation when you fall in a dream
The hallucination you'd have rather not seen
I'll be the dial tone on your telephone when it's 2AM
The cold sweat chilling you that's not willing to let you sleep again
The storm cloud hovering, quickly smothering every match you light
The noise that animates and proliferates shadows in the night

I won't hesitate to impersonate every shade of blue
I identify with whatever I blend myself into